Wednesday, 26 October 2011

'May the lines sag heavy and deep tonight'

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Today I am old. I mean Old, Old. Really quite old indeed, actually. I guess half my life and a bit is now over. What a cheery thought that is. Hurrah! But I will dance the day away, anyway, playing this on repeat, repeat, repeat. It is really good! It is not my usual kind of listening, I admit - not enough limp handclaps, twee screeching or jingly-jangly guitars - but there you go. You like what you like; the groove, the beat, the swing. It makes me want to move. In that way. And, when you turn a certain age, it is an idea to try new things. Make yourself comfortable with discomfort, unease and the unfamiliar, I suppose. 'Make love in a hammock!' as Professor Taub once put it in class, as the other JC took notes. Or something like that. Anyway, enough... enough now; I will just get my indie-funk on, people. So hit the floor! Tequila at the ready. We are ready for take-off. Whooooosh! :)
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Twin Sister - 'All around and away we go' (4.22)
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18 comments:

From experiance it only smarts for the next couple of years and every time you look around a concert hall and see young people. I tend to find alcohol and sweet soul music help me keep it in perspective.

Thanks! Perspective is everything, absolutely Drew. And I will try my best to avoid being too miserable! The red wine I adore too much and the indieschmindie music that keeps my heart beating will ease the 'pain', so to speak, of creeping old age (I mean, being nearly dead).

Oh, I don't know about that Swiss Adam. I do envy their energy, lack of cynicism and those funny baggy jeans they wear around their skinny arses to cover the multi-coloured Nikes they stole from JJB. Punk, Goth or Crustie, it ain't. ;)

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Thanks Gen! It has been an awesome time of it, I must say. Off to listen to Jeff Lewis speak tonight about his art! :)

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Indeed, Davy. Thank-you. Proper 40's. In a +1 kind of way. Sigh. I'm learning to 'deal with it'. Roll on 42, really. It is just another day, month, year... etc. 88 is a fine age indeed though. It sounds proper... proper 80's. And I don't mean that in a Canary Wharf, Face magazine, Wham! and lots of cocaine kind of way. Many congratulations to the man who made you. An achievement indeed. Just ask those roast potatoes on a Sunday... :)

Oh, I know, I know.... it's just so unlikely and improbable Niki, isn't it? But, then, it is NOT! It just creeps and skulks INTO you. It comes around the corner and jumps UP on you, like an abandoned puppy in a Southside park needing to be taken home AND loved. <3 And, before you know it, you sound like your Dad lashing out about how the 'young things' show no 'respect' these days. And you pity the children. All of them. Especially those who dare put their silly flashy trainers up on the depressed seats of the train you ride into town every single morning. And DO NOT get me started on the chewing of the gum, the drinking of the Irn Bru and the texting of the phones in lectures. HUMPH.

Gob shut, Rach. ;) How does London seem after all your Asian / Eastern travels? I'll send you an e-mail and we can catch up Old Skool style (that is, using a telephone for something other than texting or playing crappy 80s-style gamez on).

dearest colin, i have been thinking of you lately (any time i hear trembling blue stars, for instance) and i knew you had a birthday in the late fall but i thought it was in early december. i suppose in my old age i forgot! yes, you are old but i am older still . . . but that's okay. someone has to lead the way down (out?). i am happy to do it for you. :) xx

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Although, arguably, the jury is still out, many of us obsessing and writing about music do believe that just like in posh supermarkets if you put little squares-with-sticks of interesting cheese out on display at the deli counter then folks passing by will, indeed, "try and buy". It's the same format here. If you like what you hear then please buy stuff and support the artist, whether it's a CD, a 'download', a concert ticket or an ill-fitting T-shirt. All the MP3 files are time-sensitive and available for a short-time only. All images are my own, with the exception of a few captured stills from films or TV shows I enjoy. If you hold copyright and would prefer me to remove any files or images that, well, transgress then please just ask.

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I did say something rather inadvisable, in my lengthy autobiography...